here's the review of the show I went to, from the local alternative newspaper.
Scary as Hell
Each year, Memorial Day weekend brings Youngstown’s Emissions from the Monolith festival, a multi-day state of the union for the underground metal nation.
And once again, our proximity to Youngstown paid off with a plethora of heavy, adventurous shows, capped off with Sunn0))) and Boris at Mershon Auditorium Saturday.
Japanese power trio Boris opened its set with “Blackout,” a lumbering metal dirge that sounded like vintage Black Sabbath played at half the speed and double the heaviness.
Like the song, the band’s performance was masterful, showcasing how solid Boris is as a trippy metal band.
The band was just as quick to kick out the jams, as with the frenetic “Pink,” a breakneck freak-out of a song that couldn’t have been further from the set’s first song.
Much of the performance showcased Boris’s lean, muscular rock – a formula that a lot of American bands have forgotten – topped off by an expansive stoner rock epic that built from a snail’s pace to a cacophony of noisy guitar squall.
With a sound that was both heavy and serene, a Zen-like metal, if you will, it would have been no slight for Boris to have stolen Sunn0)))’s thunder.
Sunn0))) is an odd duck in an increasingly creative underground metal scene, a band that relies on constant guitar drone and swaps ambience and atmospherics for riffing. Like most ambient music, few know how it would turn out in a live format.
It turns out that live, Sunn0))) is scary as hell.
The stage was enveloped in a fog of chemical smoke thick enough to drive out some in the audience as the moors of Scotland replaced Mershon Auditorium. Through the hazy blue light, one could barely make out the hooded figures on stage.
The music was all sustained guitar chords, punctuated with occasional electronic manipulations and percussion.
Combined with the iconic scariness of men in black robes seen through fog, Sunn0)))’s set became a full sensory overload, physically taxing on the lungs and ears, and emotionally taxing on the primitive fear center of the brain.
Once the lights shifted to red, the idea that this was a ritual to some bowel-shaking dark god became a little more believable. It felt like we were literally going to hell.
Somewhere between the imagery and the drone, Sunn0))) transcended rock music, becoming a new genre unto itself – or possibly the end of rock and roll, a judgment day for an art form that has no story left to tell.
- Rick Allen